I'm at Woodhall, I dont want to leave Woodhall, I can't leave Woodhall, Because that's where my love lives.
I'm on the other side of the road, I started to make my way to my loves' house, last thing I saw, was a car coming straight at me.
My soul is at Woodhall, My heart is at Woodhall, My body is ON Woodhall.
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